[Thank you but I do not wish to go in the direction you seem to be going with characters at this age.]
Shannon felt the power and presence of the wolf within her, the warmth of her body and the coaxing of instinct clawing its way from the bottom of her soul. She puffed out a breath, however, and felt resolve surge up. She was a werewolf, yes, but she could not give into these strange sensations or into the instinct. She was young, with a great deal to learn, to grow. Her eyes blazed golden a moment as she felt her will force the fur and claws back.
"Get a grip, Shannon!" she whispered. Self satisfaction filling her as she continued to take deep breaths. There would be time plenty to take and hunt, be wild and free. As it was, however, she had to be a good alpha, a good example for others. She couldn't just give into her base instincts or hope the pack could help in this instance.
"I am strong, I am a wolf," She whispered. As the wildness tamped back down, she allowed it at least a little leeway as her hair became softer like fur. Smoothing it into a ponytail she collected her broken clothes and hurried to her locker to change. The day would soon be done and she would have plenty of time to find a way to understand herself and her new being.